Neighbor Asked My Son to Shovel Snow for $10 a Day but Refused to Pay — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

When my 12-year-old son Ben took up our wealthy neighbor’s offer to shovel snow for $10 a day, he couldn’t wait to buy gifts for the family. But when that man refused to pay, calling it a “lesson about contracts,” Ben was heartbroken. That’s when I decided to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

I’d always known my son Ben had a bigger heart than the world seemed to deserve. He was only 12 but carried a determination that could humble men twice his age.

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A boy carrying many books | Source: Midjourney

Even so, I never imagined I’d be standing in the icy driveway next to my husband, exacting revenge against the man who thought cheating a child was just another business move.

It all began on a snowy morning early in December. Ben was buzzing with excitement after shoveling the driveway while I made breakfast. He burst into the kitchen, cheeks flushed from the cold.

“Mom, Mr. Dickinson said he’ll pay me $10 every time I shovel his driveway!” His grin stretched ear to ear.

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A smiling boy | Source: Midjourney

Mr. Dickinson, our neighbor, was as insufferable as he was wealthy. He always bragged about his business ventures and showed off his luxury toys.

It wasn’t hard to guess he thought he was doing us all a favor by letting Ben “earn” his money. Still, Ben’s excitement was contagious, and I wasn’t about to crush his enthusiasm.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” I said, ruffling his hair. “What’s the plan for all this cash?”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’m buying you a scarf,” he said with the seriousness only a 12-year-old could muster. “And a dollhouse for Annie.”

His eyes sparkled as he described every detail of the red scarf with tiny snowflakes, and the dollhouse with working lights that Annie had been obsessed with since she saw it in the toy store’s window display.

My heart swelled. “You’ve got it all planned out, huh?”

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A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

He nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “And I’m saving what’s left for a telescope.”

Over the next few weeks, Ben became a blur of determination. Every morning before school, he bundled up in his oversized coat and boots, a knit hat pulled low over his ears. From the kitchen window, I watched him disappear into the frosty air, shovel in hand.

The muffled scrape of metal on the pavement echoed through the stillness.

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A boy shoveling snow | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes he’d stop to catch his breath, leaning on the shovel, his breath forming little clouds in the freezing air. When he came inside, his cheeks were red, his fingers stiff, but his smile always shone through.

“How was it today?” I’d ask, handing him a cup of hot chocolate.

“Good! I’m getting faster,” he’d reply, his grin lighting up the room. He’d shake snow off his coat like a dog shedding water, sending damp clumps onto the rug.

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A rug in an entrance hall | Source: Pexels

Each evening, Ben would sit at the kitchen table, tallying his earnings. The notepad he used was dog-eared and smudged with ink, but he treated it like a sacred ledger.

“Only 20 more dollars, Mom,” he said one night. “Then I can get the dollhouse and the telescope!”

His excitement made the hard work seem worth it, at least to him.

By December 23rd, Ben was a well-oiled machine of winter labor.

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A person shoveling snow | Source: Pexels

That morning, he left the house humming a Christmas carol. I went about my day, expecting him to return as usual, tired but triumphant.

But when the door slammed open an hour later, I knew something was wrong.

“Ben?” I called out, rushing from the kitchen.

He stood by the door, his boots half-on, his gloves still clenched in his trembling hands. His shoulders heaved, and tears clung to the corners of his wide, panicked eyes.

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A sad boy | Source: Midjourney

I kneeled beside him, gripping his arms. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

He wouldn’t talk at first, but eventually, he told me everything.

“Mr. Dickinson… he said he’s not paying me a single cent.”

The words hung in the air, heavy as a stone.

“What do you mean, he’s not paying you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Ben sniffled, his face crumpling.

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A boy sobbing | Source: Midjourney

“He said it’s a lesson. That I should never accept a job without a contract.” His voice cracked, and the tears spilled over. “Mom, I worked so hard. I just don’t understand. Why would he do this?”

Anger surged through me, sharp and blinding. What kind of person cheats a child as a “business lesson”? I pulled Ben into a hug, pressing my hand against his damp hat.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured. “It’s not your fault. You did everything right. This is on him, not you.” I pulled back, brushing his hair from his face. “You don’t worry about this, okay? I’ll take care of it.”

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

I stood, grabbed my coat, and stormed across the lawn. The sight of Dickinson’s house, glowing with holiday cheer, only stoked my fury. Laughter and music spilled into the cold night as I rang the doorbell.

He appeared moments later, wine glass in hand, his tailored suit making him look like a villain straight out of a bad movie.

“Mrs. Carter,” he said, his voice oozing false charm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

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A man raising one eyebrow | Source: Midjourney

“I think you know why I’m here,” I said evenly. “Ben earned that money. You owe him $80. Pay him.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No contract, no payment. That’s how the real world works.”

I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. I opened my mouth to argue about fairness and the cruelty of his supposed lesson, but the look in his eyes told me none of that would persuade him to do the right thing.

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A man staring ahead | Source: Midjourney

No… there was only one way to deal with the Mr. Dickinsons of the world.

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Dickinson. The real world is about holding people accountable.” My smile was so sweet it could’ve rotted teeth. “Enjoy your evening.”

As I walked away, an idea began to form. By the time I stepped back into our house, I knew exactly what had to be done.

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, while Dickinson and his guests still slept, I woke the household with a determined clap of my hands.

“Time to go, team,” I said.

Ben groaned as he crawled out of bed, but caught the determined gleam in my eye. “What are we doing, Mom?”

“We’re righting a wrong.”

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

Outside, the air was bitter and still. My husband started the snowblower, the rumble cutting through the early quiet. Ben grabbed his shovel, gripping it like a sword. Even Annie, too small for the heavy work, bounced along in her boots, ready to “help.”

We began with our driveway, then moved to the sidewalk, clearing paths for the neighbors. The pile of snow grew steadily as we pushed it all toward Dickinson’s pristine driveway.

The cold bit at my fingers, but the satisfaction of each shovelful fueled me.

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A person shoveling snow | Source: Pexels

Ben paused to catch his breath, leaning on his shovel. “This is a lot of snow, Mom,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

“That’s the point, honey,” I said, piling another scoop onto the growing mountain. “Think of it as a reverse Christmas miracle.”

Annie giggled as she pushed tiny mounds of snow with her toy shovel. “Mr. Grumpy’s not going to like this,” she chirped.

By mid-morning, Dickinson’s driveway was buried under a fortress of snow.

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A huge pile of snow in a driveway | Source: Midjourney

It was higher than the hood of Dickinson’s sleek black car. I dusted off my gloves, stepping back to admire our handiwork.

“That,” I said, “is a job well done.”

It wasn’t long before he noticed. Soon, Dickinson stormed over, his face as red as the Christmas lights on his roof.

“What the hell have you done to my driveway?” he bellowed.

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A man shouting at someone | Source: Midjourney

I stepped outside, brushing off my gloves like I had all the time in the world. “Oh, Mr. Dickinson, this is a little something called quantum meruit.”

“Quantum what?” His eyes narrowed, his confusion almost comical.

“It’s a legal concept,” I explained with a smile. “It means if you refuse to pay for someone’s labor, you lose the right to enjoy the benefit of it. Since you didn’t pay Ben, we simply undid his work. Fair’s fair, wouldn’t you agree?”

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A woman glancing to one side | Source: Midjourney

Dickinson sputtered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You can’t do that!”

I gestured toward the neighbors who had gathered to watch, their smiles thinly veiled. “Actually, I can. And if you’d like to call a lawyer, keep in mind that I have plenty of witnesses who saw you exploit a minor for free labor. That wouldn’t look great for someone like you, now would it?”

He glared at me, then at the crowd, realizing he’d lost. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stomped back to his house.

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A house decorated for Christmas | Source: Pexels

By evening, the doorbell rang again, and there stood Dickinson, holding an envelope. He didn’t look me in the eye as he handed it over.

“Tell your son I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

I closed the door and handed the envelope to Ben. Inside were eight crisp $10 bills. Ben’s smile was worth more than all the money in the world.

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Cash in an envelope | Source: Pexels

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, hugging me tight.

“No,” I whispered, ruffling his hair. “Thank you for showing me what real determination looks like.”

We’ve All Waited for It: Scientists Created a Drug That Can Help Regrow Lost Teeth

The tooth fairy is a welcome guest for any child who has lost a tooth. Not only will the fairy leave a small gift under the child’s pillow, but they be assured of a replacement tooth in a few months. Unfortunately, the scenario is quite different for adults grappling with a loss of teeth. Luckily, there may be some hope thanks to a new study performed by scientists at Kyoto University and the University of Fukui.

A dental breakthrough

While the typical adult mouth houses 32 teeth, approximately 1% of the population exhibits variations of them, either possessing more or fewer teeth due to congenital conditions. Researchers have delved into the genetic factors behind cases of excessive teeth, seeking valuable insights into the potential regeneration of teeth in adults. This study is the first to show that monoclonal antibodies can help regrow teeth. It suggests a new way to treat a dental problem that currently requires implants and other artificial solutions.

A bit of science

The research team disclosed that an antibody targeting a specific gene, known as uterine sensitization-associated gene-1 (USAG-1), can induce tooth development in mice affected by tooth agenesis, a congenital condition. The findings were published in the journal, Science Advances.

As per Katsu Takahashi, a senior lecturer at the Kyoto University Graduate School of Medicine and one of the principal contributors to the study, the essential molecules crucial for the development of teeth have already been pinpointed. “The morphogenesis of individual teeth depends on the interactions of several molecules including BMP, or bone morphogenetic protein, and Wnt signaling,” says Takahashi.

On April 13, 2021, the University of Kyoto posted its first pic of newly-grown teeth in mice.

BMP and Wnt are involved in more than just tooth development; they affect the growth of organs and tissues early in the body’s development. Because drugs affecting them directly might have broad side effects, scientists are cautious. To find a potentially safer method, researchers focused on the gene USAG-1, thinking that aiming at factors countering BMP and Wnt specifically in tooth development could be more precise.

“We knew that suppressing USAG-1 benefits tooth growth. What we did not know was whether it would be enough,” added Takahashi.

The first results

Scientists looked at how different monoclonal antibodies affect USAG-1. Monoclonal antibodies are often used to treat things like cancer and arthritis and for making vaccines. Tests with this antibody showed that BMP signaling is crucial for deciding the number of teeth in mice. Also, just one treatment was enough to grow a whole tooth. Further tests confirmed these positive results in ferrets too.

“Ferrets are diphyodont animals with similar dental patterns to humans. Our next plan is to test the antibodies on other animals, such as pigs and dogs,” explained Takahashi.

Fully regrown frontal teeth in ferrets

The next steps

Now, scientists are going to test the drug on healthy adults. If that goes well, the team plans to try it on kids aged 2 to 6 with a rare tooth problem called anodontiaa genetic disorder defined as the absence of all teeth. These kids will get one shot of the drug to see if it makes their teeth grow. If everything works out, the medicine might be approved by 2030.

Takahashi sees the new medicine as an additional choice for individuals who are missing some or all of their teeth.

“The idea of growing new teeth is every dentist’s dream,” Takahashi told the Japanese newspaper, The Mainichi in June this year. “I’ve been working on this since I was a graduate student. I was confident I’d be able to make it happen.”

So hopefully, by the year 2030, humans will get a chance to have their third generation of teeth grown and say goodbye to implants. Until then, make sure to keep your teeth strong and healthy — this article will help you with that.

Preview photo credit KyotoU_News / Twitter

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